I am a city. I'm full of people. Nothing human is strange to me. I love people. But not because they are great.
I love them because they are small.
There are a lot of them, and they're all lonesome.
Fettered, they yearn for freedom. They pray for immortality, and yet they don't survive the touch of death, the Medusa jellyfish. They thought up money and they eternally lack it.
They explained their dreams and then they took sleeping pills.
It's hard to survive, I, city of Most, know that.